The Second Immortal Road

　　 Han Ming's consciousness was dizzy. He felt as if a lot of cotton had been stuffed into his head, and he was suffering from bursts of pain.

　　Although Han Ming was utterly unconscious most of the time, his consciousness would be sober for about a quarter of an hour every once in a while. At first, Han Ming didn't know why this happened, but he found a detail. The moment his head was awake was when the cool air from his body was running to his brain by itself.

　　'S head is awake, but it doesn't help, because he can't perceive the outside world at all, and his consciousness can't connect with his senses at all. Now he seems to be in a blank world, can't see things, can't feel things, can't smell things! Except for imaginative things, nothing else can be done.

Han Ming felt that this situation lasted for a long time, until he noticed that there was another gas in his head. This extra gas was completely different from the cool gas he had cultivated for three months. This gas was not only much larger, but also more powerful People have a warm feeling.

　　 This warm air rushed across Han Ming's mind, and every time it hit, Han Ming felt a throb in his consciousness, as if his consciousness was being severely torn apart. Han Ming tried to control this foreign gas, but he found that this gas was not controlled at all. He tried to use the cool gas he had cultivated without name to fight the warm gas, but he found that the cool gas in his body was also It's not the enemy of that foreign gas at all.

But with the rampage of this gas, Han Ming gradually felt that his control of his body was gradually recovering. He gradually felt the numbness and weakness of his limbs, the burning pain in his abdomen, and the burning pain in his throat due to lack of water, and He also felt that not only the warm innocence in his head, but also the innocence walking up and down his whole body.

With the continuous collision of that infuriating energy, Han Ming's consciousness of the body has recovered for most. Han Ming guessed that after more than a dozen violent collisions, he would be able to open his eyes in real life and completely escape from this. The state of being muddled. But at this moment, the warm innocence no longer collided around, but gathered together quietly, and then withdrew from Han Ming's head like a tide.

　　 Han Ming was stunned. He didn't know what happened. Although the collision of innocent energy would bring severe pain, it was precisely because of this collision that he had a sense of the body. As a result, this true qi came suddenly, went even more suddenly, and withdrew when it was about to build meritorious service in the end.

　　 It was beyond Han Ming's expectation. Without the warm air, his perception of the body was still slowly recovering, which made him surprised and delighted.

　　 I don't know how long it took, Han Ming's consciousness gradually recovered the connection with the body, and he also gradually sensed the outside world.

Han Ming's first feeling after waking up is that his whole body is extremely uncomfortable. If it is only pain, Han Ming can still bear it, but that feeling is not only pain, but also a kind of tingling deep into the bones, and only a little movement, This feeling hits exponentially.

　　 Although Han Ming's perseverance was quite firm, he couldn't help groaning at this time.

Han Ming faintly heard the voice of a woman. After a while, he felt that he was being fed something again. After a while, the pain in his whole body subsided a lot, at least he could bear it slightly, but his Most of the whole body is still unable to move, only the eyes and mouth can move a little.

　　 Han Ming squinted and looked around, but unexpectedly found that he was sitting in an extremely luxurious carriage, and the carriage was still shaking, as if it was moving.

　　 Han Ming understood his situation a bit. He was probably rescued when he was in a coma, and then he was placed in this compartment.

Han Ming took a closer look at the situation inside the carriage and found that the carriage space was not small, and there was a faint sandalwood in the air, which made people feel refreshed after smelling it, and he was lying in the carriage. On a small bed.

　　 squinting his eyes again, Han Ming saw an old man in a gray robe clutching his wrist, much like the way the village corpse was treating people.

Han Ming took a closer look and found that the gray-robed old man had a beard that was nearly a foot long. The snow-white beard was neatly groomed, and it kept fluttering in front of the old man’s chest, which was quite immortal. Looks like.

　　 Behind the old man there was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl. The girl was beautiful and dressed in a light green dress, like a lotus flower just emerging from the water. Behind the old man, she was secretly looking at him.

　　 There have been such quiet and beautiful women in Han Ming Village. At the first glance at this woman, he felt a sense of surprise. After taking a glance, he took a peek unconsciously.

　　 And the woman had been staring at Han Ming curiously, so she saw Han Ming secretly looking at herself, she was very generous, and smiled directly at Han Ming, not at all shy.

　　 On the other hand, Han Ming's performance was a bit disappointing. As soon as he saw the girl smile at him, his face was flushed with shame, as if someone was caught stealing something on the spot. Seeing Han Ming's face flushed with shame, the woman couldn't help but laughed silently, but now it made Han Ming's face even redder.

The white-bearded old man held Han Ming's wrist in his right hand, and gently stroked the beard on his chest with his left hand. His head swayed back and forth. He said to himself: "Weird, weird, it's a weird thing, a little awake Good morning, it stands to reason that there will be another hour to get better!"

When Han Ming heard the old man speaking, he turned his attention to the old man. He just saw the old man shaking his head and shaking his head. At this moment, Han Ming immediately thought of Wang Xiucai in the village. Wang Xiucai looked like this when he read. .

　　 Seeing the old man's kind eyebrows, Han Ming's blush disappeared, and he couldn't help asking: "Old gentleman, where am I? Why am I here? Who is the old gentleman?"

Hearing Han Ming talking to him, the old man with a white husky raised his hand and stroked the beard on his chest, and said with a smile: "Boy, you have asked so many questions, how can I answer? Or let me ask you instead. Who are you? How could you appear on the edge of Hu Man's desert?"

　　 As soon as Han Ming heard the old man asking about his origin, he remembered that his elder brother was talking about the sinister things in the outside world. Although he didn't have any property worthy of others to worry about, he had to be defensive.

Thinking of this, Han Ming lied, saying that he was called Han Ming, a resident on the edge of the desert. One day he was chased into the depths of the desert by a wolf, and then lost in the desert, and he insisted. After more than ten days, I finally found a way out, but just out of the desert, I fainted for unknown reasons.

　　 "I was bitten by a wild wolf on my arm!" Han Ming said sincerely.

　　 Han Ming’s eldest brother once told him that only a few truths can be deceived by a lie.

　　 The old white-bearded man heard that Han Ming said that he had been alone in Hu Man's desert for more than ten days. He couldn't help but feel a little surprised, but he sighed in his heart: "Sure enough, alas, it's really violent."

The old man Baihu reached out his hand and touched the beard on his chest, then took a closer look at Han Ming, and then asked again: "Boy, have you ever eaten a kind of grass in the depths of the desert? The lower half of this kind of grass. The segment is white and purple on the top, but its root is black, and it's half a foot tall."

　　 Han Ming thought about it for a while and then remembered that the grass was really strange, and there was a hole of poisonous snakes next to it. If it weren't really too hungry, he wouldn't have the idea of ​​hitting the nest of poisonous snakes.

Because the grass grew too weird, he was afraid of being poisonous, so he kept holding it in his arms and didn’t dare to eat it, but he didn’t want to throw it away. To satisfy his hunger, after all, if he must choose one between death, he would rather be poisoned to death than starved to death!

Later, the snake meat was eaten, and he never found anything else to eat. He hesitated and ate the grass, but without thinking, he swallowed the grass for a quarter of an hour and turned it over. After passing a small mound, I saw the edge of the desert.

Seeing the old man’s certain tone, Han Ming guessed that this old white man knew something, so he couldn’t lie anymore, and said honestly: "The old man is really good at knowing things. The kid has indeed eaten like this in the desert. A blade of grass, but I don’t know how the old gentleman knows it."

Seeing Han Ming’s tone of voice, the old man smiled in satisfaction and said, “The grass you eat is called Poisonous Emperor Grass. If you find it, your kid is good, and you just ate it. Kid, you know that you walked around the ghost gate,"

Han Ming felt a little more panicked when he heard that he had eaten a very poisonous herb, but he was happy when he heard the words behind the old man: "The old gentleman said that the kid walked in front of the ghost gate. That old gentleman meant something else. Is the kid no longer worried about his life at this time? Did the old man save the kid?"

The old man stroked the beard on his chest again, and took a closer look at Han Ming, but the smile on his face was a little bit more. The old man said slowly: "Good boy, very clever, your poison is indeed mine. Solution! It can be considered that your luck is against the sky. When you meet other doctors, you are afraid that you have died!"

　　 Han Ming was immediately overjoyed when he heard this. It seemed that his life had been saved, and he gratefully looked at the old white Hu and said, "Thank you, Mr., for saving his life. If possible in the future, the boy will pay a lot of money."

The old man looked at Han Ming with profound meaning and said, "Repay me? I will have a chance in the future. Don't always call me the old gentleman and old gentleman. My last name is Hua Zizhen. They all call me Hua Lao. Call me like that from now on, and talk about it later if you want to change your words."

After speaking, the old man got up, tidyed up his gray robe, turned around to leave, and seemed to think of something again. He stopped and said to the green-clothed girl next to him: Give him a pair every half an hour. Besides, he is not suitable for eating at this time. You can feed him a little water so that he can take care of him. You can ask what happened.” The old man ordered the girl in green and leaned over. Out of the carriage.

　　 The girl in the green dress seemed to be a little afraid of the old man in front of her. She looked at the old man’s back and replied repeatedly: "Yes, Mr. Hua, Ping'er must follow the instructions."